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towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
Entry tags:
ninth prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Naoto Shirogane, Sayaka Miki, Mami Tomoe, and you.
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
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..Well, that's a tough question. I mean, I think I know everything, but life's sure been full of surprises so far.
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So then like, I don't need to explain to you about how you and I both died with our boots on.
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I didn't exactly... I didn't make it that far in person, but I pieced it together over time.
[She was a trainwreck in action, those days before and when she'd first been displaced. As she learned more of exactly how magical girls worked, her personal death turned into a foregone conclusion.
But that Kyoko went down with her.. Sayaka's still not sure how to articulate a response to that, even within the confines of her own head.]
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Hah. In the end, it's not that hard to figure out.
[She takes another bite, taking only a moment more to sort out her thoughts, offering Sayaka a crooked smile.]
But y'know, that's just what happened to me and a couple others. There's no reason you've gotta go through that experience too, y'know. After we find a way to patch up our worlds, you should be able to go back and keep that from happening.